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Local Grown

Maria has a good post today on how to eat in a food desert, so I thought I'd post a pic of my last haul from Scott's Farm, a coop in Zellwood. I buy for me and my guy, and also send some fresh veggie care packages to my daughter in college.

I like buying from our neighboring farms and growers. For one thing, it supports the local community, and independent operations like Scott's Farm. Also, the food is reasonably priced and delicious. I got all of the above for nine bucks. In the grocery store just the bag of corn would have been ten bucks. If you have a chance, definitely check our your local farmer's markets, u-picks and coops.

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nightsmusic said…
We have the luxury here of having a Farmer's Market on Thursdays on one little town and Saturdays in another. Unfortunately for us, we lose that option when the snow flies. :( But I try to buy locally as much as possible. After all, none of the big box stores will sponsor the local school's little league team...
October 21, 2019 at 1:52 PM
Maria Zannini said…
Another option is checking Google out for local "food rescue groups". My sister lives in Arizona. There's a group there called Borderlands that rescues produce. She gets up to 70 pounds of produce for $12. My sister is the picky type and she says everything she's gotten so far has been primo stuff. What she can't use up right away, she cans or freezes.

Sadly, there's no such place near me. :(
October 22, 2019 at 4:49 AM
the author said…
True, Theo. One thing we always think about is how local growers contribute to the community. Scott's Farm hosts a lot of school field trips and scouting events so kids can learn about farming and how food is grown locally.

Maria, I wish I could find a place like that. I will definitely check to see if we've got one locally.
October 23, 2019 at 7:43 AM
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